Bubble

There is an awful sort of lingering

One that drifts in and out

Like waves of the sea,

The tides creep ever closer to shore

Knowing they must also draw away

But ebb and flow, they must

Just as from the beginning

I long for more metered beats of life

Fewer open spaces pausing me in thought

When this becomes what is

Instead of suspended newness

Like a breathless moment

These days offer solace and sadness

Filled with hope and love

While clinging to heartstrings

Tugging with intensity

From time to time

Sometimes not at all

Only for a thought

Before it returns to this head

This heart that is magnified in aching

Take hold this hand

Guide these feet

Make steady my resolve

As I continue on this path

Of love.